under the oak tree | interlude
⇾ what’s the matter with my drapes?!
pairing: platonic myg x reader
genre: nothing but fluff baby
authors note: thank you to the anon who inspired me to write yoongi as ruth! we love sleepy yoongi 🥺
“yoongi you should really start sleeping in your room.”
you really shouldn’t be surprised at this point. the platinum blonde head of hair splayed across the dark mahogany table, surrounded by countless books, is practically an everyday thing. countless times you had walked these rows of shelves full of knowledge just to be greeted by the sight of the sorcerer asleep somewhere new. tucked away in some hidden nook and cranny.
“ah but then i wouldn’t get see to your beautiful face everyday.” as always, his voice dripped with nothing but charm and a tinge of grogginess. when you first met him, you had assumed that he was harboring a bit of a crush on you. who could blame you, the constant flirting was annoying to say the least. but you quickly realized it was all just a bit of fun. he would never try and woo jungkooks betrothed. yoongi saw him as a little brother and doing so would be nothing less than a betrayal. plus yoongi was no where near the sheer size and strength of your husband. his talent was elsewhere. and even though yoongi was a great sorcerer, nothing could stop jungkook from killing anyone that even dared to think of touching you.
“we spent a lot of money on that tower of yours and you’re telling me you’d rather sleep in the library?”
he just shrugged and reached forward to grab a book that you knew he had no plan of reading. “what can I say - the dust mites make for wonderful company.”
“oh the dust mites huh?” you gave him a pointed stare and crossed your arms in disbelief. yoongi just avoided your gaze and kept staring down at the pages of his book.
“plus…the tower gets cold at night and…i can’t see in the dark.”
his words had your gaze softening. you knew jungkook hadn’t intended to keep yoongi so far away from everyone else. but even he couldn’t deny that the type of magic yoongi dealt in was dark and too dangerous for people to be around. yoongi went without a fuss of course but that’s not to say he enjoyed it. you could tell he was lonely, so with a sigh of defeat you decided to just leave it alone. sleeping in the library wouldn’t cause anyone any harm. for now at least.
“what do you want anyway? you interrupted my afternoon nap.”
“oh my fault. i suppose now you’ll have to push back your evening nap as well?”
the glare he sent you over the top of the book was very comical. unlike the rest of the castle you weren’t scared of the man. he was nothing but a fluffy, albeit grumpy, little man.
“haha very funny. now must i repeat myself - what do you want?”
now it was your turn to avoid his gaze. fingers twiddling and twisting in the skirt of your new expensive dress - a gift from jungkook. “…i need your help.”
you could tell by his silence and blank stare that he was waiting for you to continue. “well namjoon told me that jungkook told him to tell me that it was okay for me to redecorate the castle.”
yoongi just blinked at the jumble of words that flowed from your mouth. he could never understand how such a high ranked lady of the court could lack such etiquette. were you not raised properly?
little did he know that no, you were not in fact raised properly. while your younger sister was privileged enough to have the finest tutors and instructors in the land, you were not as lucky. your father did not consider you anywhere near as precious as her. you were damaged goods. nothing important worth spending money over. so when it came to talking to others, you lacked the grace and nobility most ladies had. instead you talked in chopped sentences, with incorrect grammar and the mouth of a sailor. that’s why you spent most of your life locked away from the rest of the world - an embarrassment to your family. but no one needed to know that, you couldn’t risk being judged by another castle full of people.
“why would you ever want to spend money on this dump of a place?” his hands gestured to the dark and dingy room that you two resided in.
“it’s not a dump! it just…it just needs a little tidying up is all.” and you were lying of course. this place was nothing compared to what you grew up in. instead of marble floors and stained glass windows, jungkooks castle had cracked bricks and broken lamp fixtures. but you didn’t think any less of the place, it was…quaint. and it was yours ( the and jungkooks was silent ).
“are you going to help me or not!”
“fine fine…i’ll help you oh glorious duchess.” you glared at the nickname. he knew you hated being referred to as anything but y/n. “what exactly do you need help with?”
finally hearing him agree to help you, you took a seat next to him at the table. you could barely hold in your excitement.
“i need your help picking what decorations to buy! there are just so many i don’t know which ones jungkook would like!”
yoongi groaned at your request. he was a sorcerer not an interior decorator for gods sake! but he knew you were right. you had no way of knowing what his best friend would like. you had only spent one night with him after all. but that didn’t stop you from doing everything you could to try and impress the man. he didn’t know why of course but it wasn’t his place to meddle in the affairs of love.
“well…!” he hands flailed in front of him as he looked at you expectantly. “are you going to show them to me?!”
and with a gasp and a surprised really ( plus an eye roll from yoongi ) you pulled a book full of samples from seemingly out of no where and began torturing him. you two must’ve of looked at hundreds of swatches of paints, flooring and whatever else you thought was necessary. he also took a look at some of the other things you had already bought and the budget you made up for the whole project. the price tags on some of the things you bought had him choking on his own spit. “you spent a hundred thousand dollars on marble flooring for the great room!? are you out of your mind woman!?”
the judgment and loudness in his voice had you flinching next to him. was a hundred thousand dollars really too much? even though it’s typically the lady of the houses job to manage the finance book, you were never taught how to manage money or the important of currency. “well the merchant said that was the best price he had…he said he even threw in a discount…”
your voice was barely even a whisper and it had yoongi immediately feeling bad about yelling at you. god this was giving him a headache. “why do you even need marble flooring? jungkook doesn’t throw parties anyway.”
“that doesn’t mean he can’t start! what if he comes back and thinks I did a bad job or doesn’t like the choices I made?” you couldn’t bear the idea of him being disappointed in you. all you wanted to do was make him happy. “i just don’t want him to regret marrying me…”
your own words made you embarrassed. you couldn’t even meet yoongis eyes. “y/n look at me.” you just shook your head meekly and continued staring down at your hands. “y/n…”
begrudgingly you lifted your head to look at him, peering up at him through your eyelashes. he could see the tears already starting to form in the corners of your eyes. “oh geez - look y/n, nothing you could do could make jungkook regret marrying you. that boy is way too much of a goody two shoes to ever go back on his word.”
the huff that left your lips just made him chuckle. “plus…he likes you way too much.”
at that your head snapped up and you looked at him with disbelief. “what? like me? i don’t thin- i don’t think he could ever feel that way about me.”
“trust me y/n. i know jungkook better than anyone and the way he looks at you…” yoongi paused and mulled over his words. how could he word this right without making you internally combust next to him? “the way he looks at you is the way I look at my bed after a long day.”
he nodded proudly, satisfied with his words. good job yoongi he thought to himself. i think that deserves a raise in my allowance.
meanwhile you were just trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about. but the look of satisfaction on his face meant he obviously was happy with the words that came out of his mouth. you couldn’t but laugh.
“yah! what’s funny!?”
“nothing! nothing! just- just help me figure this out and i’ll leave you alone.”
the smile on your face almost made yoongis heart warm. key word almost. he wasn’t one hundred percent sure he could completely open up to you. but there was one thing he knew for sure. jungkook made the right choice in marrying you.
“well first…” his finger pointed to the swatch of fabric you had seemingly placed in the pile of potential choices, lips pursed. “…those drapes are hideous.”
“what?! what are you talking about?! whats the matter with my drapes?!”
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her bodyguard | jjk drabble
⇢ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; decision that seemed to be so stupid probably turns into the best decision your overprotective father could've ever make
⇢ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, smut, angst (?), bodyguard!jk
⇢ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: explicit language, unprotected sex
⇢ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 4.7+
𝒂/𝒏: commissioned anonymously!
𝒎.𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | ☕️ | © 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 (𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅)
“Why did you want to meet here?” you ask your father, eyes lingering around his office, finding it minimalistic and mostly white. You've always thought it lacks some kind of personality and being here after a few months, you still think the same thing.
You've never had a reason to visit him here and it's not like your father wanted his family to come to his company or office, distracting him from work. And it's not like he ever said it or admitted it, but it's been an almost unspoken rule amongst you and other family members that might think about visiting him. On another hand, you understand it. He's the CEO of one of the most successful companies in South Korea and owns LG. He's working very hard for your family and always has been. He doesn't have time to hang out with you or any other family member just like that.
Company is his work place.
So you were a little surprised when he asked you to come here.
Almost going unnoticed, you catch a glimpse of your father pressing a button on his work phone, telling a simple “Send him in” before he pulls his hand away and sits back on his huge chair. You look at him skeptically, sitting on one of the chairs in front of his desk.
Soon after that, the door from his office opens and you're met with another presence in the room.
A man, a young man, makes his way closer to you and your father as he greets him. Their greeting goes completely ignored by you as you stare at the young man, surprised by not only his sudden presence but the aura he holds. He's wearing a suit, black raven hair slicked back as he exposes a clear forehead but there still is a restless small strand of hair touching it. Dark big eyes are set upon your father while he sports a slight frown that makes him look so serious.
Surely, he isn't that much older than you but still – even through the suit, and the way it hugs his whole body perfectly – you see how buffed out he is. Without a doubt, he must be working out and hiding defined muscles underneath all that clothes.
You've never really been the one eyeing every guy that seemed slightly attractive, but this one… is a whole nother story. And maybe that's because he's not just slightly attractive, but fucking attractive. Probably the most attractive man you've ever seen and he's been in this room barely for a minute.
He's got your attention and you don't budge when the young attractive man in a suit looks at you while your father speaks, probably telling you something. Shaking yourself out of your interested stare, you glance at your father to listen to him.
“Y/N, meet Jungkook. Your bodyguard.” he says as the young man automatically outstretches his arm towards you.
You take it, giving him a slight smile as a small and embarrassing “Hi” leaves your mouth. Jungkook. Pretty name, you think before you think of the next part your dad has said.
“Wait? What did you say? My what?” Your suddenly soft and timid voice turns louder, not surprising your father when he just lets out a sigh.
“Your bodyguard,” he decides to answer casually, “And before you--”
“You can't be serious,” you cut him off, glancing at Jungkook who just stands there and doesn't make any expression as if he couldn't hear you. But you know he does, he controls his reactions and probably feels awkward because your voice and face of betrayal speaks for everything, making the atmosphere in your father's office even more uncomfortable.
“Why the hell would I need a bodyguard? What am I? A princess?” you scoff, crossing your hands over your chest.
Your father has the audacity to look at Jungkook, giving him an apologetic look for your sudden outburst which makes you annoyed at him even more. Why does he act like you're acting wrong? He's the one assigning you a freaking bodyguard. And you don't even need one!
“Is this about last Friday? Nothing happened, dad.”
Yeah, last Friday you had a little trouble with one of the drunk men when you went out with your girlfriends. But nothing serious happened but of course, your dad found out because one of his employees' daughter was in the same club.
“Partly, yes,” he answers, still casually and you see how determined and serious he is about this. “But it's not just about that. You're reckless, Y/N. You're my daughter, people know that. People that would do anything to hurt me.”
“That sounds like your problem,” you mutter, “And this sounds way more serious, dad. Is there someone threatening you?”
He clears his voice. “No, don't worry about that. I just don't want to risk it. And this is more about you than my possible enemies, or some idiots that are jealous.”
“More about me? How is this about me?” you exclaim and your father glares at you for raising your voice.
But you don't budge, glaring at him back, completely ignoring Jungkook's presence.
“Because you're acting like a teenager! You're reckless, partying, there are guys bothering you everywhere you go. You're supposed to take over this company in a few years and all--”
“Oh, so this is about you wanting me to take over, isn't it?” you huff, “Why don't you tell it to Maria? Oh yeah, because she is getting married and being the good first daughter she has always been.”
You're mad. Voice loud and cold.
When you turned eighteen, you were interested in working in your father's company. You used to come here while being in a college, trying to learn everything you possibly could and that meant starting from the lowest position to sticking to your father at meetings. But over time it felt like both of your parents were trying to control you, imagining this life for you and the older you got, you had realized it's probably not something you want.
So you took a step back and now you live your life the way you want to.
“That's enough, Y/N. You know it's better to have Jungkook by your side. He's not going to be there every day and will leave you alone, you won't even know he's there.”
“This is freaking stupid,” you spit, “I don't need a bodyguard!”
“Yes, you do,” he points out seriously,”You do because your reckless choice of life and choices put you in danger. Maria doesn't need a bodyguard because she lives in another country and has Ben by her side. You're the one partying and being--”
“Oh my god! I'm twentythree, what am I supposed to do? Sit at home and do nothing? I'm living my life!” you exclaim.
“This is the end of discussion. You're acting like a brat, Y/N. Either you do this the right way or the wrong way.”
You stand up, straightening up your skirt as you scoff at your father. “You haven't changed,” you almost whisper, “I know you're worried about me and I get that. And that's why I allow this,” And maybe having someone watch you will make you feel more safe at the nighttime.
“But we're doing this my way.” you tell him, glancing at Jungkook.
Your father opens his mouth, probably ready to disagree but you don't let him utter even a single word before you're turning on your heels. By the time you get to the door to get the hell out of here, you hear him asking Jungkook to go with you. This is pathetic.
You're not waiting for anyone, angrily stomping towards the elevator where you frustratedly push the button a few times, more than it's necessary. Your mood turns even more sour when you suddenly feel a presence beside you, a whoosh of air and musky scent hitting you. There's no need to turn and see who it is, the black suit visible even from your peripheral vision. It makes your jaw clench, even though you know he's not really the bad guy here. However, it pisses you off that he's listening to your dad.
The elevator's door opens, a few employees walk out of there before you push your way inside, glaring at Jungkook who does the same thing and stands beside you as if he hasn't been following you. You push the button, crossing your arms over your chest and stand there angrily.
You send a few short glances towards him, growing even more annoyed how unbothered he seems to be about this and when he glances back at you, cocking his brow at you is the last straw.
“I don't know what my dad was thinking, but I don't need you,” you tell him, voice cold and angry.
A part of you is aware that you're acting like a bitch, the reason behind it is your father and his decision to control your life. You know he thinks about your safety and after a few incidents of men approaching you, nicely said, it is something to be concerned of. But it's something unfortunately women experience every day and they don't have a bodyguard for it. You're not even someone who parties every weekend, you're not who your father thinks of you.
He calls you reckless but that's not who you are. You're not stupid, this idea of his must've came from somewhere and his partners and friends were the real impulse of his stupid decision. It's all connected. His partners' daughters are your friends, girls you went to a school with. They're all cool, but still different from you. They all have bodyguards, something their fathers have decided to do and you were the only one without one.
Also their reactions of having a bodyguard, each one of them, were different. They actually love it.
“I can just fire you.”
“I'm working for your dad.” he says, surprising you by the raspiness and hardness of his voice as he stares at you, brows furrowed in a serious manner.
“But don't I have any say in this?” you exclaim, frustratingly rubbing your forehead as you glare at the young man.
“That has nothing to do with me,” He said what? “Listen, I'm just doing my job and I don't care who you are or what you do. I need this money and from what I heard, you could use my help. So suck it up, princess and let me do my job without being a brat.”
By the time he finishes, your jaw is on the floor as you stare at him in utter disbelief, especially when he scoffs a little.
You're in too much shock to react, but the way you swallow and your stomach quivers tells you that you're not annoyed as you'd think you are. You find yourself being speechless, the corner of your mouth twitching into something you can't quite define.
And then you realize… princess. He called you princess.
A little amused smile makes its way to your lips, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you clear your throat, trying to act unbothered. The only proof of you actually liking it is your beating heart and the tingling sensation in your stomach.
You still think you don't need him though.
“You literally won at this, Y/N,” Suki, one of your friends says with a little smirk she throws towards the person standing in the distance. You don't have to turn around to confirm your suspicions about who that person is, her words already making a perfect sense. “Shit, he's so hot.”
Jen and Yua laugh at her and kind of betray you when they still nod, agreeing with Suki and her heart eyes she's giving to Jungkook. God, this is embarrassing. It makes you turn around to check on Jungkook, seeing him standing on the exact spot he's been standing since you came here.
Brows slightly furrowed, he leans against the bar with his elbow while he scans the room. Non-alcoholic drink lies beside his elbow, eyes still focused on his task even though there's no real danger here. It's quite funny – how serious he's looking and taking this job.
No one would be able to say he's not here to have fun. No one would be able to say he's a freaking bodyguard. He even got rid of his black suit he was wearing when you first met him. He's wearing an all black outfit – black jeans ripped on his knees, black shirt and black leather jacket covering most of his buffed out upper body. Even his boots are freaking black but he's looking absolutely amazing.
Suki is right, he's so hot. Not that you didn't know that.
He stands there alone, obviously doing his job and if you weren't looking for him, you wouldn't even know he's here. Well, besides the fact he drove you here and is your drive back home since you're drinking. And taking a cab so late wouldn't be the smartest idea. Why would you even take a cab when he's here? You had to give him that when he pointed it out yesterday. Not that he really gave you a choice. He can be quite stern and persistent – but it's not like you don't like it. You're actually enjoying it.
However, even though he's looking hot and absolutely gorgeous, you feel bad. He's alone there, probably bored out of his mind. You know it's his job, it's also the unspeakable condition of him being a bodyguard. To stay out of your sight, not intervening when it's not needed. And still, your heart slightly clenches. It's stupid. He's working and doing his job and here you are, feeling bad for him because he looks so alone.
When Jungkook glances at you, checking on you every few minutes to make sure there's no one bothering you, he finds you already staring at him with a look he has never seen on you. It's been a week since he officially became your bodyguard, one week since he had the honor to meet you.
He knows you're not as bad as your father probably made you out to be. It's not like he was shitting on his own daughter in front of him or something, but he could see how it affected you when your father called you reckless and threw some words at you. He realized your relationship with your father isn't just pretty.
He understands he's worried about you but so far, you've been hanging out with your friends like every adult. You're not making a scene or anything that could make his words be true. Of course, he barely knows you. One week of trailing behind you is a short period of time to decide whether your father was right or wrong.
Something tells him he was wrong though.
You gulp when your eyes meet, your head turning back immediately as you look at Suki before you take a sip from your Aperol. “It's not a competition, Su,” you grumble a little, trying to get her attention as she finally looks away from Jungkook and pays you attention.
“It's not like I chose him anyway.” you mutter.
It's true. If it was up to you, there would be no Jungkook. What's surprising is that you're not bothered by him at all. He's usually quiet, you only talk if there are your plans and his work involved. To be honest, maybe you're even glad for his presence. You do feel safer for some reason, even though there hasn't been anyone that approached you or any indication of danger your father was talking about. And he usually drives you which you appreciate on nights like these.
Do you think having a bodyguard is unnecessary? Yes. Do you like having him here? For some reason, yes.
“Ah, who cares girl?” Suki exclaims, scoffing a little with a grin on her reddened lips. “If you don't want him, we can switch. Or at least give me his number.”
Jen and Yua laugh again, shaking their head at your friend's straightforwardness and even though she's grinning, you know she's hundred percent serious about that.
“Forget about that.” you tell her immediately, surprised by yourself and your defensive tone right away.
“Careful Su, Y/N seems to be very protective of her bodyguard.” Jen wiggles her brows at you causing you to roll your eyes. You don't protest though, knowing they're just teasing you and there's no point of protesting anyway.
“But she can give me that number if she's not gonna snatch him. Come on, Y/N, don't be so greedy.” Suki jokes, albeit you know there's some truth in her words. There's a little hint of tipsiness dancing in her eyes and for that, you settle on a minor glare instead of saying something to her.
“Yeah, Y/N, don't be so greedy,” Yua teases you, nudging your side as you roll your eyes at them and calmly sip on your drink. “But really, if you're not planning on snatching him, give me his number too.”
“Bitch, I was first!” Suki exclaims, your friends laughing again as you shake your head at them.
“What, he can choose which one he wants.” Yua sticks out her tongue at her causing you to snort.
You suddenly feel sorry for their bodyguards.
“No one's gonna snatch anyone.” you inform them, ignoring your friend's disapproved look they give you.
“Oh, so you're going for it?” Jen grins.
“As if,” you scoff, “Not happening. He's my bodyguard and it stays that way.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck princess,”
It's crazy how a set of curses and that pet-name push you close to the edge, moans and whimpers leaving your mouth as you grip Jungkook's shoulders even more. Your lips meet in a messy kiss, more teeth than tongue but both of you don't care. Chasing your own highs is more important right now.
Jungkook's cock stretches your walls deliciously, his hands gripping your waist to help you ride him. You feel already exhausted, your legs hurt from the awkward position of you sitting on his lap and in his car and you're sure your head bumped into the car's roof a few times. But you can't seem to stop, nor do you want to.
Your boyfriend helps you, pushing his cock into you with each thrust, thrusting into you with the same determination. Having sex in his awesome black car in some dark alley isn't the most romantic set-up or a place to have a sex with, but it's also not the first time this is happening. It's Jungkook's fault that he couldn't keep his eyes off you during your date night. It's your fault you teased him to the point he couldn't wait to drive you home and devour you there.
It's unbelievable how time and things change.
“Jungkook,” you whine, feeling yourself getting close to your edge.
Two years ago around this time, you met Jungkook and he was assigned to be your bodyguard, thanks to your father. God, how mad you were at him for thinking you needed a bodyguard. There was a time when you were annoyed at Jungkook too, obviously projecting your own annoyance and anger towards your father to him.
You've realized very quickly that it's stupid and Jungkook is the most innocent person in this. At first, you barely talked to him – keeping it all professional while he was like your shadow.
You're not sure what has changed in your relationship that's been strictly professional. It hasn't happened from day to day. Jungkook kept doing his job amazingly, always rescued you when you were out and some drunk men would come to you, not leaving you alone. He'd accompany you on your father's gala, doing little things like rescuing you from sleazy men and boring conversations.
There hasn't been an exact danger lingering around you, it was all the small things that usually your boyfriend would take care of. But you didn't have any.
Jungkook became your friend, slowly and smoothly. He'd join you and your friends, no longer lingering in the shadows and distance. A few moments of your friends trying to flirt with him irked an uncomfortable feeling you were trying to ignore. It was stupid. There wasn't any reason for you to be jealous.
During casual conversations you and Jungkook had, he did admit he doesn't have a girlfriend and although you weren't planning on getting closer to him that way, those news left a very satisfied and content feeling in your chest.
You became drunk? Jungkook took care of you, did things beyond his work. He'd talk about how he needs this job, helping with debts his parents have while trying to live on his own. You've realized how inspirational, sweet and caring a young man he is. After he dropped you home, he'd always go upstairs after your invitation and you'd talk for hours. You'd spend your time with him just because you wanted to.
At first, things were a little bit awkward – you both knew it's not something he's there for and it's not his job to hang out with you outside of work, but none of you said anything about it. You both successfully ignored it and just went with the flow.
You'd ditch your friends a few times, telling Jungkook to come over because you're going out and once he stood in front of your front door, you'd tell him you cancelled your plans but he already came over, so he should come inside. You thought you were being sneaky, although some part of you knew he probably knows. The little smirk dancing on his lips when he agreed to your invite said it all.
You'd tip toe around each other for a few weeks, until you and Jungkook kissed for the first time while watching a movie in your apartment. It was the night you came clean to him about your plans. Wanting to open your own coffee shop, admitting taking over your father's company is not on your list of dreams. He'd talk about his family, how much it means to him. You wouldn't peg him for a type, that young and intimidating man that came to your father's office to be introduced to you as your bodyguard, for a family guy with such a precious and sensitive heart.
That night after you kissed, you swear you've never felt that way about any guy. More kisses happened each time you met. Jungkook was the first one to voice out the elephant in the room, admitting he doesn't want to just fool around and that's not something he wants from you.
He asked you on a date after that confession which you agreed to immediately with even more kisses. You and Jungkook have been dating for over a year, not getting enough of each other. Maybe it's too soon for someone to think this – but Jungkook is the one. Everything you've dreamed about your love-life and future with someone, he's a part of it. You can picture him in your wildest and most vulnerable dreams.
However, your father doesn't know about your relationship. You and Jungkook have decided to keep your relationship low-key since he needs this job. Your father pays him good money, an amount Jungkook wouldn't be able to find just anywhere. He's still your bodyguard but it definitely doesn't feel that way because he's hanging out with you and your friends. Instead, you see him as your boyfriend who's having fun with you and your friends, all while being protective like any boyfriend would.
Jungkook didn't want to keep this job, he told you he wants to be your boyfriend and doesn't want to use you or your father for money. But you insisted, keeping it this way, at least until Jungkook's parents' debts are paid off. He didn't agree at first but like you said, you insisted. It was your father's idea of you having a bodyguard in the first place.
As much as you're grateful for that because otherwise you wouldn't meet Jungkook, he wanted to employ someone to keep an eye on you amongst other things. Maybe you're selfish, but it's beneficial for you and Jungkook.
“Fuck, Jungkook. I love you.” you gasp against Jungkook's mouth, knot snapping inside of you as you cum around his length.
“I love you princess,” he groans, fucking into you with a frown and pleasure written all over his face. “I'm gonna cum inside you, right?”
It's not the first time this is happening and you nod eagerly, ignoring the overstimulation as you beg him to cum. At some point, his length twitches inside you and his thrust still until he's spilling inside of you with the prettiest and lowest moan that erupts in his throat. You moan at the feeling of his warm cum painting your walls white, your mouth and teeth clashing against each other right away.
“Fuck,” Jungkook gasps, hearing you giggle as you peck his nose. He opens his eyes lazily, giving you his handsome grin as he licks his bottom lip. He stares at you all lovingly, something he's always doing after sex.
“I wanna tell your father.” he suddenly says, your mouth falling open as you get off his lap, hand quickly going between your legs to keep his cum in as you give him a sheepish grin.
He grins back at you, mirroring the sheepishness because he knows he's the one at fault.
Once you put on your panties, cringing at the wetness pooling between your thighs, you plop back onto your seat and look at Jungkook.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” he answers almost immediately, “My parents' debt is already paid off. This month was their last installment.”
“I thought you needed the money,” you murmur, “Don't get me wrong, I know you wanted to leave ever since we started officially dating, but… my father pays you well. Don't you want to wait at least for a few months? To save some money?” Your tone is soft, eyes softly watching your boyfriend as he tucks himself back in and nods along your words.
He doesn't have to work too much. He already spends every day with you. And he's getting paid – that's a win-win!
He gently takes your hand, fingers caressing the back of it as he gives you a soft smile.
“I'd rather be your boyfriend than your bodyguard,” he admits, “I'll look for something else. I want everyone to know you're my girlfriend, your parents included.”
Right, your parents and family are the only ones that don't know. Jungkook's family loves you and you can't wait to officially meet them in person. You're not sure how your father will react to the news, but honestly you don't care about that too much. He's not a bad person and you know he'll understand. Will he get mad at Jungkook? You don't know.
He was supposed to be your bodyguard only, after all. He didn't employ him to become your boyfriend. If he knew he's been fucking and dating his daughter this whole time, you're not sure what would he do.
But somehow, when you look into your boyfriend's soft and dark eyes, none of that matters. Your father doesn't matter. His possible reaction doesn't matter. You and Jungkook matter.
“Whatever you want, Kook,” you smile at him, “Although, I'll miss you being my bodyguard.”
“I'm not going anywhere, princess,” Jungkook grins, kissing the back of your hand. “I'll still protect you.”
You grin, heart warming at Jungkook's soft words and that's why you pull him in, kissing him. Jungkook lets out a surprised gasp, relaxing as soon as your lips meet his as you smile into the kiss.
“Now drive me home, boyfriend,” you grin when you pull away, “I thought we're not done tonight.”
Jungkook smirks at that, turning on the engine immediately as he gives you a last glance before he drives fast out of the dark alley.
“Don't tempt me, princess. I'm nowhere near done with you.”
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Rating: Mature 18+
Pairing: BTS OT7
Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Comedy, Omegaverse
Blood types: Namjoon, Jhope, Jungkook, Yoongi (A) Taehyung (AB) Jin, Jimin and Yoongi (O) (Jimin in real life is an A blood type)
Summary: At eighteen everyone takes a blood test to find out their blood types. A, B, or O. Each blood type represents the person’s secondary gender Alpha, Beta or Omega and can be Dominant (+) or Recessive (-).
When small thin Yoongi receives his letter he doesn’t expect A+. There was no way he was an Alpha especially not a dominant. But as time passes he shows no Alpha nor Omega tendencies and frankly he doesn’t care. Working in his father’s electrical business helps pay the bills but Yoongi’s real passion is music.
One very hot day in the roof space of a luxury apartment that Yoongi is rewiring an intoxicatingly pleasant smell churns his insides and he finds himself in need of something to quench his thirst.
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Yoongi was unsure how he felt about the affection he received from the other omegas. He didn’t exactly have time to refuse their advances before he was soaking in a huge bathtub with the other two. It was nice to have company and someone to talk to. The two omegas were quick to offer him something to drink and helped wash his hair with gentle hands.
It had been almost twenty years since Yoongi had had a bubble bath and he had to admit it was a lot more fun than a normal bath. The bubbles were so soft and foamy they smelt like lavender and it was making his eyes heavy.
Kim Seokjin gave a soft chuckle pulling Yoongi’s back against his chest and letting him rest his head on his shoulder. Yoongi was ready to leave the bath, he was starting to feel old with the wrinkles appearing on his fingertips like a prune.
Stepping out first Jimin wrapped himself in a robe, Yoongi thought he would leave but was surprised when he grabbed another robe and held it out. Yoongi went to get up to let Jin exit but when he moved Jimin’s hands followed him with the soft robe.
Yoongi looked back at Seokjin and saw him pulling on another robe and smiling, “You don’t like the robe Hyung?”
“Sorry, I thought you were offering Jin Hyung the robe.” Yoongi lowered his head and obediently put his hands into the sleeves. “Thanks, Jiminie.”
Jimin under all the spoiled and bratty tendencies was such a sweet charming boy who cared a lot about others and Yoongi was happy to get to know this side of him. That he had given the younger boy a chance to open up to him and show his true colors. Or, maybe it was Jimin who took the time to let Yoongi relax and open up with him.
“Do you want to go for a nap, we are going to cuddle in the lounge and watch a movie, you can join us if you want?” Jimin asked, looking hopeful. Yoongi almost gave in not wanting to disappoint the young omega. Maybe this is what they meant by omega’s nurturing other omegas.
Yoongi patted the younger boy's wet hair and smiled softly, “I have some work to do, I was wondering if I could borrow someone’s laptop or computer or something?”
“Of course, Jungkook has one you can use,” Jimin took Yoongi’s hand. It was such a small hand, though he was younger, Jimin was much stronger than Yoongi. “Here it is, I will tell Kookie that you are in here, he is watching a movie too, so you can work undisturbed.”
“Thanks, Jiminie,” Yoongi patted his head again and Jimin beamed at the praise before searching for some clothes to steal from his mate.
Yoongi opened the website he had been using for his mixtape. Selecting his latest opened his newest creation, trying to reach for where he usually kept his headphones but coming up empty and the song started playing. Face red and heart hammering nervously he paused the music and Jimin’s head poked out of the walk-in wardrobe.
“What was that?” Jimin asked, curiously he was slipping on a pair of sweatpants with his athletic build on display. Yoongi took note of the ‘Nevermind’ tattoo on Jimin’s rib cage and wondered to himself what it meant. He and Jungkook were the only two in the group that he had seen tattoo’s on.
“Uh, it was a song that I wrote?” Yoongi muttered embarrassed, “Does Jungkookie have headphones at all?”
“Yeah, I can go ask him.” Jimin smiled, “Can I hear something you have written?”
“Sure,” Yoongi nervously played the song. The beat was kind of old school and Jimin heard some of Yoongi’s adlibs but they weren’t explored fully yet. Jimin was bouncing on the bed to the beat enjoying the sound and vibe. He liked the word play of ddaeng and the ‘one-eight, one-three, three-eight.
Yoongi watched Jimin intently wanting to see his reaction, a little embarrassed when Namjoon’s head popped into the room he was nodding to the beat listening, Hoseok and Taehyung appearing enjoying the sound greatly.
Yoongi had made a guide which was quiet in the background with what he thought the lyrics fit the song, but he had one completed verse. When he first wrote the lyrics he didn’t think it was first verse worthy but he really liked it. Not wanting to waste some dope bars. He kept it for the second verse. As the second verse began his voice came through the room and his cheeks went red.
“Ddaeng.” Yoongi’s voice was strong, accompanied by his deep hum “Mmm…”
Taehyung was hyped by the verse and began jumping around the room excitedly, Hoseok and Namjoon were both sitting there with thoughtful faces repeating chorus’ and enjoying the wordplay. Namjoon began freestyling a small bit at the end using his own play on words for the sound ddaeng, likening it to a cash register, a game of tag, and more.
“That’s really dope, did you write that yourself?” Jimin asked excitedly looking at the screen for any sign of another name or some sort of program that could have helped him.
“I wrote the lyrics or what little lyrics I have and I made the track using my software. I have a bunch of tracks I produced and have written for but these are the latest ones I have worked on.” Yoongi explained “I made a trap beat with some eastern instruments to basically diss the community for saying that rap music doesn’t fit with Korean culture.
“Can I get you to look at something?” Namjoon said and brought him down the hall to a makeshift studio, “Listen to this…”
Yoongi stood in his robe feeling out of place while Namjoon began typing away on the computer bringing up a program and a file, he pressed play and Yoongi paused it. “I need headphones. I need to hear the layering and everything in depth”
Namjoon nodded, handing him the headphones, and began listening, Hoseok’s voice came in rapping about being a psycho rapping a cypher. Yoongi enjoyed his flow, it was unique, quite colorful, and fun, Namjoon was very intellectual and full of wordplay. They both had their strong points but they were missing an element that most rappers had.
They didn’t have the raw anger that was needed, sure Hoseok and Namjoon were mad but it was lacking. The cypher was amazing, the third verse they wrote together was quite odd and didn’t really bring the anger that Yoongi wanted it to. Almost a letdown.
“The third verse is shot, cut it out.” They nodded “It needs something rougher something to wrap it up, get the final hype. Hoseok has some serious teasing at the start, Namjoon gets real smart but the end needs to be rough. Make the people mad with raw emotion and power behind the delivery that just wasn’t there.”
“He is right,” Hoseok said and Yoongi made a face as he listened to the last verse again taking the lyrics sheet and began making changes adding entirely different lines in places.
“It is good though you just need to deliver it better, get exasperated on the track, that shit sounds like you are fucking proving a point.” Yoongi stood up from the computer and played the track into the tiny soundproof booth. It was a little portable box insulated just like any other booth Yoongi had rented before to work on his mixtape.
Even though the booths were different sizes they worked the same and Yoongi stepped inside it had just begun Hoseok’s verse and he was reading over the lines getting ready to record when it got to the third verse he took the lines running putting as much gravel and emotion into the lyrics.
He rapped like he was trying to argue with someone about his worth as a rapper. He delivered the verse as if it was his own cypher he let things flow he got to the section that Namjoon had previously performed and the pace picked up, he didn’t let up the whole time and as he hit the last line he let out a loud laugh he was embarrassed to rap in front of anyone. “Hahaha….. YA!”
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